Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 360: Jealous

Sofia’s POV

His lips devoured mine, rough and demanding, until I thought I might drown in him. I hated how much my body betrayed me, answering him when my mind screamed to stop. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place, deepening the kiss until my knees buckled.

But suddenly, he pulled away. The heat vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving me gasping, my eyes wide. My lips tingled, my chest heaved, and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Damien stared at me, his face hard, but I caught the flicker of regret in his eyes. His hand fell from my neck, and he stepped back as if the nearness had burned him.

"I shouldn’t have done that," he muttered, his voice rough, strained. "I’m sorry, Sofia."

The words hurt. He turned from me before I could answer, walked back to his desk, and lowered himself into the chair. The sound of his pen scratching paper filled the room again, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just torn me apart and left me standing there in pieces.

My chest ached so badly it felt hard to stand. But I forced my face still, acting like I didn’t care because I refused to let him see how much he still had power over me. Ignoring him, I moved over and sat on the couch beside a sleeping Charlie. The room was awkwardly silent until the sound of the door opening broke through it. I turned sharply, my chest tightening the moment I saw her.

A woman stepped in—tall, elegant, with alluring eyes that sparkled with intelligence. Her hair was neatly pulled back, and she carried herself with a confidence that made my stomach twist. The faint sweet scent that drifted in with her was the same one I’d noticed earlier clinging to Damien’s desk.

My heart sank. So it hadn’t been my imagination.

She carried a folder in her hand, her heels clicking lightly against the floor as she walked in like she owned here. "Alpha Damien," she greeted, her voice smooth, professional—but there was a warmth in it too, too casual for someone who should have kept their distance.

I froze, my eyes narrowing. Secretary. She had to be. But why her? Why a woman? He could have picked anyone—a man, someone less... striking. Instead, it was her.

I felt my jaw tighten as I watched Damien look up. To my shock, his expression softened—just slightly, but enough to make my blood boil. "You’re here," he said, his tone low, almost... friendly.

Only to me. And now here was this woman,

into fists. My nails dug into my palms as I sat stiffly beside Charlie, forcing myself to stay quiet, forcing myself not to explode. Then, as if sensing my stare, her eyes

lifted in mild surprise before her lips curved into a polite smile. "Oh... you must be Charlie’s

only made my chest tighten more. Charlie’s mother. That was all I was to her. Not Sofia. Not Damien’s woman.

thin smile,

flicking briefly to Charlie sleeping

too," I said

at my tone but only smiled again, unbothered by my attitude. "Of course. Lucky

cleared his throat, breaking the

than

at me again with that

together, nodding once. "Likewise." The

trace

but for the first time, I wasn’t sure that was all she was. And that thought

her smile, the way Damien’s voice

Hated that I cared.

clicked softly as she carried in a tray. Two glasses of juice,

politely, her smile warm,